(Small Fry
Chapter 2)
My mate looked on
unimpressed, “Mr. Baker?”
“It’s my latest name in the
academic circuit.” I shrugged it off.
He asked grumpily, “And how
old are you for this latest trip around fantasyland?”
“In my early forties.” I
answered. “So getting 'knocked up' won’t
look too unusual.”
He reopened my laptop to
look on my schedule again, when I snapped it shut once more.
“Quit it!” He said in annoyance. “I need to see how busy you’re gonna be in
the next couple of months.”
“Why?”
“This isn’t a normal
pregnancy B, this baby is going to drain you!
Can you imagine what it's going to be like when you venture off tribal
lands?”
“What’s that supposed to
mean?!” I fired up.
“A baby Werewolf will
probably move around a lot more than a human baby. You could be standing there on a podium,
doing one of your lectures when all of a sudden your stomach goes all
wibbly-wobbly. Your audience is gonna
think you’re giving birth to an alien!”
I growled in frustration at
his continued negativity, before I rolled onto my back to stare up at the
ceiling.
Declan continued studying
my schedule, as if he were making mental notes.
His newly youthful face was a mask of consternation, as his bright blue
eyes were wide. I could almost see the
cogs turning in his brain, as he was planning for the future.
“I don’t think you should
speak at the University in Cairo.” He
spoke again.
“Oh yeah and why is that?”
“Because it’s in January
and it’s gonna be 40°C in Egypt that time of year. I’m a European Werewolf, which means I’m hot
blooded and you've seen how excessive heat makes me go nuts. With the half breed inside you, it’s gonna
create problems.”
“Ever heard of air
conditioning, Declan? They’ve had this
nifty invention since the 20th Century.” I said sarcastically. “Besides, I’ve never had problems with heat
and I doubt I’m gonna start now.”
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